Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds,
A symphony of colors, a storm of souls.
Her eyes, windows to the infinite, hold
The echoes of a thousand untold tales.
Brushstrokes dance like whispers in the night,
Each hue a secret, each shade a light.
Her form, a canvas of vibrant might,
A testament to the power of sight.
The prismatic hues, a kaleidoscope,
Reflect the chaos and the calm below.
Her presence, a force, a silent glow,
A beacon in the storm, a guiding flow.
In her, we see ourselves, in every hue,
A mirror of our dreams, our fears, our truth.
For in her gaze, we find our voice anew,
A sovereign in the storm, a prismatic view.
She stands as a reminder, bold and free,
That in our colors, we find eternity.